Kelsey Kane Gym Scene Novels & Stories

I don’t even know where those things are. I snorted at the amusing image of him waving them around. “It’s nice to see you smile.” I sobered immediately. “I shouldn't be around you, Kane.” I peered around him and confirmed there were at least a dozen prying eyes watching us with burning intensity. His face was instantly blank. That flash of amusement had burned away, and he was back to cold and flat. Is this how it’s always going to be? *** IN HIGHSCHOOL Kane and I were lying on the grass of Northhelm Park. After having made love in the rafters beneath the bypass.

Dakota snorted out. “Please tell me he didn’t see you naked.” Kasper groaned. “Well, he got a good look at my ass!” Kyde chuckled. “We were in a compromising position.” Kota chimed in. “And you have a great ass.” “I kept telling him that he’d walk in on something he didn’t wanna see.” Kyde shrugged and laughed. “Well, if everyone’s finished with breakfast, we should get to the training field.” Keane wickedly smiled.

Fear crowded my senses and I stopped thinking of anything else. The playground was only a five minute walk away. But today it felt so far that no amount of running could buy me time. Every step pounded against the ground like thunder beneath my feet. My lungs burned as I pushed harder, faster, ignoring the ache building in my muscles. Fear sharpened everything—the sound of my breathing, the pounding of my heart, the roar of panic filling my ears. When I finally reached the training grounds, the sight before me stole the breath straight from my chest. Kane lay on the ground. And he was shaking violently. He looked like he was having a seizure or fits. I didn’t know what. Nor did I know why.

He quickly asked “Yes, I’m fine; my legs became weak as I tried to move” “Ha-ha, your body needs to get used to the acrobatic styles. You only had one style and your legs are crying out. What would happen when I carry you to hold the window frame or I bend you to touch your toes?” Kelsey gave him a nudge by the side and shyly said “Naughty Kee-Kee, I won’t complain again when I become a Pro. By then, we’ll see who would cry out; you or me” She said as she stuck out her tongue, wobbled to the bathroom, and shut the door.

I shook the feeling from my bones and kept moving. ... Later that day, I ended my shift early and headed down to the gym where I found Kane training on his own. I took a moment to simply watch his technique and form. My eyes traced every definable line visible on his body. “I can feel you staring at me,” he called out, his tone smug. I failed to hide my smile. “Merely observing.” Kane stepped off the training mat to grab one of the towels to wipe his brow. I wandered closer and absently glanced around the room to find the two of us completely alone.

No one had ever topped my score. Kane waved at a person in the lobby with a bright smile on his face as I followed his gaze. Keira sat in the audience, wearing a mini dress and a cap. My eyes involuntarily dropped to her exposed thigh and I suddenly felt hot inside. Christ. All that pent-up energy I have held back for two long weeks threatened to burst out at the mere sight of her. "I will be right back, everyone," Kane announced, dropping off his golf club with me. "I am going to go say hi to my daughter."

I whip my neck towards him so fast because of the revolving circle of anxiety in my belly, which isn't advisable by any trainer at any cost, and next we hear Nino's name, who is a skilled individual. The first match gets decided, and then the door opens. Kane enters, wearing black. (That's all he wears) and walks inside with swag. "I was thinking where he is," Elena mumbles to me in a low voice. I nod and look at the predators. Dylan is pissed, Mateo is also angry, and Issac can't care less. Kane's gaze flickers around all the lines before they stop at me. A small smile dances on his lips, and he casually starts walking towards our group, ignoring the burning stare of Dylan.

“I couldn’t fit more in, but he’s streaming out to hundreds of channels.” As soon as the countdown is over, Zael unmutes one of the streams and turns up the sound. Kane appears on the screen. He’s in his public office, sitting on the edge of his desk as he always does, dressed in only a pair of shorts, still filthy from the recent battle. His eyes are red and swollen, his face streaked with recently shed tears. “Don’t look away,” he says.

I quickly turned around to look at the source and explain why I was inside his room. “Kane I brought-" I never got to finish my sentence. All color drained from my face and I froze. There, in the bathroom doorway, stood Kane Wilson shirtless. His wet hair was matted to his forehead. His tight jeans were loosely hung around his waist, all of his eight abs on display. Yes, my dear goodness! Eight and not six! OH MY! I think I'm going to faint! How do you breathe because I don't remember how to breathe!